Dessa sjuka drömmar
Blonde hair falls, forgotten story through pain
A chainsaw through young flesh, one two three four
His bright dead coat painted red, he’s insane
They fall to pieces, a divided core
Is it my turn? I stole his darkened sight
Follow my thread out to a wind so fresh
A hurl, slump, drop, break, make the final flight
From the sound of a chainsaw through young flesh
“Take my hand!” Let your sword devour Death
Doubtlessly you save me and take the fall
My single fear turns dual of red dead breath
From a gruesome story hard to recall
With you gone, trapped as his permanent thresh
I run from the chainsaw that craves my flesh